The convoy of SUVs slowed to a halt, their tires crunching on gravel. Leela pulled "The Bean" to a stop behind them, her hands shaking so violently she could barely grip the steering wheel. The car gave one final wheeze and died, a plume of smoke curling from the hood.
"I think that's it," Fennigan said, unbuckling his seatbelt with a grimace as his knees cracked against the dashboard. "She's given up the ghost. Right on the threshold."
Leela stared at the dead car, tears pricking her eyes again. "I... I can't believe I lost my car."
"You didn't lose it," Fennigan said firmly, opening his door and stepping out of the car. He walked around to her side, opening her door before she could try to restart the impossible. "It served its purpose. It got you here. To us."
Leela stepped out, the
